Cupped in Giant Warmth

A sudden shadow swept over my folded towel, and before I could scurry beneath the floorboards, five massive warm fingers gently closed around my ribs. My little squeak was swallowed right up in my throat. I squeezed my eyes tight, trembling all over, waiting for a terrible pinch... but the grip remained loose and soft. Slowly, I was lifted through the air and rested into the hollow of an open palm near the bright windowsill. Peeking through my trembling knuckles, I saw no sharp teeth or angry stomping, just a soft giant face watching me quietly. I crouched low against the warm skin, curling my toes tight, too stunned to bolt.